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Meetings became more and more regular, as time went on. If Leroy had done anything in his time as leader, this was one of the smaller things the hyena appreciated. More information. Most of it, granted, she knew already, but it was at least useful confirmation.
She sat down firmly, felt cold mud seep into her fur. Didn't care much - comes with the territory. Flicked her ear, as he listed joiners, and returners. She was only here for a few, admittedly, but that wasn't her job. It was fine. Adelaide, that bubbly maned wolf, too bright, yet still triggering the hyena's memory relentlessly. Dallas, she'd seen only vaguely. Some wolfish canine. A kid, but someone she wouldn't mind inviting to a fire or two.
And Vathmos. A great spotted, who reeked with the stench of hyena and fellowship despite her claim she was from 'nowhere'. Nearly wrinkled her nose again, just thinking about it, but saved face. Snarl made an effort to stay away - she still hadn't left.
Listened to Leroy move on, prepared herself to make note of inevitable demotions.
Or, apparently, not-so-inevitable demotions. Only promotions. Selby had come through, after all, to help Aurum. That musta been worth something. Alright. Waited to find out who would climb the ranks in this king-of-the-hill. Abathur, she supposed, fit. They'd been active enough, and assisted with Aurum, even if they were the quiet ty-
The hyena nearly sputtered when she heard her name called. Excuse her - Snarl? She's sure she didn't hear that right. Snarl has done exactly fuckall. She... what. Had a fire, once? (She'd had a lot of fires, but that was that one had the biggest turnout.) Bit some asshole in the arm? She was just doing what anyone would do.
... Alright. Well, they'd seemed short on hands before. This only served to prove it more. Regardless, she's not one to deny gained authority.
At the last moment, the hyena morphed that beginning of a vocalization into a clearing of her throat. Still let her eyebrows lay raised. Gave a small hum of confirmation, nodded her head, in acknowledgement of Leroy's words.
"Can do that, sure."
Along with her and Abathur, came Miller. He was a cool dude, she'd decided. Lameto, but well enough to hang out with. She worked well with the cheetah, and he was always up for a fight. Less of a hardass than he seemed. He'd tried to whip Tanglewood into shape within moments of joining, had a taste for bossing deep inside himself. He'd do well.
After that, Leroy whipped into a speech about The Pitt - Snarl already knew they were an enemy, it didn't much apply to her. And as with the execution of Jervis, their leader, she didn't care much. Blood sport was one thing, sure, but this was a simple execution, terribly boring. She had no personal taste for the fox's blood, and if there was no excitement in going, she'd gladly leave seats to those who did.
The Mask Vigil. She'd heard of it - now that sounded like fun. The hyena grinned - she had a plan in mind. Had a few she could, with hope, team up with. That'd be great. This will be exciting.
Meetings became more and more regular, as time went on. If Leroy had done anything in his time as leader, this was one of the smaller things the hyena appreciated. More information. Most of it, granted, she knew already, but it was at least useful confirmation.
She sat down firmly, felt cold mud seep into her fur. Didn't care much - comes with the territory. Flicked her ear, as he listed joiners, and returners. She was only here for a few, admittedly, but that wasn't her job. It was fine. Adelaide, that bubbly maned wolf, too bright, yet still triggering the hyena's memory relentlessly. Dallas, she'd seen only vaguely. Some wolfish canine. A kid, but someone she wouldn't mind inviting to a fire or two.
And Vathmos. A great spotted, who reeked with the stench of hyena and fellowship despite her claim she was from 'nowhere'. Nearly wrinkled her nose again, just thinking about it, but saved face. Snarl made an effort to stay away - she still hadn't left.
Listened to Leroy move on, prepared herself to make note of inevitable demotions.
Or, apparently, not-so-inevitable demotions. Only promotions. Selby had come through, after all, to help Aurum. That musta been worth something. Alright. Waited to find out who would climb the ranks in this king-of-the-hill. Abathur, she supposed, fit. They'd been active enough, and assisted with Aurum, even if they were the quiet ty-
The hyena nearly sputtered when she heard her name called. Excuse her - Snarl? She's sure she didn't hear that right. Snarl has done exactly fuckall. She... what. Had a fire, once? (She'd had a lot of fires, but that was that one had the biggest turnout.) Bit some asshole in the arm? She was just doing what anyone would do.
... Alright. Well, they'd seemed short on hands before. This only served to prove it more. Regardless, she's not one to deny gained authority.
At the last moment, the hyena morphed that beginning of a vocalization into a clearing of her throat. Still let her eyebrows lay raised. Gave a small hum of confirmation, nodded her head, in acknowledgement of Leroy's words.
"Can do that, sure."
Along with her and Abathur, came Miller. He was a cool dude, she'd decided. Lameto, but well enough to hang out with. She worked well with the cheetah, and he was always up for a fight. Less of a hardass than he seemed. He'd tried to whip Tanglewood into shape within moments of joining, had a taste for bossing deep inside himself. He'd do well.
After that, Leroy whipped into a speech about The Pitt - Snarl already knew they were an enemy, it didn't much apply to her. And as with the execution of Jervis, their leader, she didn't care much. Blood sport was one thing, sure, but this was a simple execution, terribly boring. She had no personal taste for the fox's blood, and if there was no excitement in going, she'd gladly leave seats to those who did.
The Mask Vigil. She'd heard of it - now that sounded like fun. The hyena grinned - she had a plan in mind. Had a few she could, with hope, team up with. That'd be great. This will be exciting.
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